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Robert Frost Quotes - Page 9

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All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

Education, Reading, Writing

Robert Frost, Mark Richardson (2007). “The Collected Prose of Robert Frost”, p.108, Harvard University Press

The only way around is through.

Inspirational, Motivational, Attitude

When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

Boys, Thinking, Left

Robert Frost (2012). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems”, p.15, Courier Corporation

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

Friendship, People, Feelings

Robert Frost (2012). “A Boy's Will and North of Boston”, p.45, Courier Corporation

Ends and beginningsthere are no such things. There are only middles.

Beginnings And Ends, Beginning Middle And End, Goodbye My Love

Robert Frost (2012). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems”, p.11, Courier Corporation

Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.

Freedom, Poetry, Leader

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The Master Speed No speed of wind or water rushing by but you have speed far greater. You can climb back up a stream of radiance to the sky, and back through history up the stream of time. And you were given this swiftness, not for haste nor chiefly that you may go where you will, but in the rush of everything to waste, that you may have the power of standing still-- off any still or moving thing you say. Two such as you with such a master speed From one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together wing to wing and oar to oar.

Moving, Wind, Sky

Robert Frost (1936). “A Further Range”

It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.

Art, Blake

Nature is always hinting at us.

"Lives of the Poets: The Story of One Thousand Years of English and American Poetry". Book by Louis Untermeyer, 1959.

Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.

Pain, Rain, Winter

Robert Frost (1928). “West-running Brook”, Henry Holt

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.

Rain, Flower, Clouds

Robert Frost, Thomas Fasano (2008). “Selected Early Poems of Robert Frost”, p.40, Coyote Canyon Press

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

Stars, Mind, May

Robert Frost, Robert Faggen (2006). “The Notebooks of Robert Frost”, p.769, Harvard University Press

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

Crazy, Mad, Society

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.

Art, Writing, Poetry

"The Figure a Poem Makes" by Robert Frost, 1939.

I play better tennis because the court is there.

Play, Tennis, Court

In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

Glasses, Cider, Ascent

Robert Frost (1995). “Collected Poems, Prose & Plays”, Severn House Paperbacks

There is much in nature against us. But we forget: Take nature altogether since time began, Including human nature, in peace and war, And it must be a little more in favor of man.

Nature, War, Men

Robert Frost (1963). “Selected poems”

Our lives laid down in war and peace may not Be found acceptable in Heaven's sight. And that they may be is the only prayer Worth praying. May my sacrifice Be found acceptable in Heaven's sight.

Life, Prayer, War

Robert Frost, Lawrance Roger Thompson (1964). “Selected letters”

Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)

Boys, Men, Imagination

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

Despair, Atheism, World

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

Romantic, Stars, Home

Further Range (1936) "Desert Places"

I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow.

Nature, Blow, Tree

David A. Sohn, Richard Tyre, Robert Frost (1969). “Frost: The Poet and His Poetry”

The only certain freedom's in departure.

Departure, Certain

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Climbing, White, Snow

Mountain Interval (1916) "Birches"

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

Lying, Flower, Butterfly

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

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